In an instant, paradise and hell coexisted.
Or perhaps life is always filled with all kinds of unpredictability.
As the cold, nacing barrels of guns pointed from all directions, Cai Jian’s fiery blood quickly cooled, instinctively looking towards his mainstay, his uncle.
But even his uncle, who had struggled in the outside world for decades, seed to have encountered a problem, his face as grim as water, frozen in the act of drawing his knife.
True.
In front of so many gun barrels, there was no point in drawing the knife, even if he could.
"Which road are you all from?"
Walking along the river often, it’s inevitable to get your shoes wet. Always engaging in shady deals, one is bound to encounter ghosts soti. The local boss probably wasn’t encountering such a situation for the first ti, showing no panic, at least not on the surface, while his mind quickly searched for the possible origins of the enemy.
But in a short ti, how could he get an accurate answer?
Doing this kind of work, the number of enemies might not be much fewer than those hard.
"Bang."
No words followed.
The reply to the local boss was only a decisive, ruthless bullet.
The bullet exploded out of the chamber, fired through the silencer, piercing the air sharply, swiftly, and accurately hitting the local boss’s left knee.
Blood spurted out like an arrow.
The local boss staggered imdiately, the intense pain twisting his facial expression grotesquely.
Cai Jian’s heartbeat skipped a beat, bewilderedly looking at the silent barrels around him, then without a word, hurriedly followed instructions, obediently kneeling on the ground with his hands on his head, completely forgetting to help his injured uncle.
Who can bla him.
Selfishness is human nature.
At a life-and-death mont, who cares about others’ lives? Of course, saving one’s own life is most important!
The fact that these people fired a shot without warning already explained their ruthlessness.
If he hesitated, it could very well be himself who would suffer next!
It must be acknowledged that Cai Jian was adaptable, knowing when to yield to circumstances, and additionally, he gained a deeper understanding of the weight of the word "Myanmar".
Take a gamble, turn a bicycle into a motorbike.
This was his initial motivation for coming to Myanmar.
But at this mont, a question hamred at his heart like a heavy blow.
Poverty, is it really that unbearable?
It certainly is.
Ti cannot flow backward.
Myanmar doesn’t have soil for the fruit of regret to grow.
The local boss was considered a tough man; shot in the leg, his knee shattered, he gritted his teeth without a groan. Even in cri, not everyone can achieve such resilience. One can imagine that the already kneeling Cai Jian would’ve been bawling for rcy long ago.
Even if it could be endured, based on rich experience, the local boss quickly assessed the current situation. Bravery at the wrong ti isn’t bravery; it’s foolishness.
Face and dignity are all rubbish.
Nothing is more important than life.
Enduring the piercing pain, the local boss no longer asked pointless questions, and like Cai Jian, supported his bleeding left leg and slowly knelt to the ground.
Though they hadn’t yet shared good tis, the uncle and nephew were facing trouble together.
The mysterious n continued to close in, tightening the encirclent, like dense dark clouds looming over the heads of the kneeling uncle and nephew.
A cruel bullet had already made the point clear; the uncle and nephew had learned their lesson, hands on their heads, silent, no longer inviting further trouble.
"Where is Xia Chuchen?"
The cold voice ca from overhead.
The eyes of the local boss, who kept his head down, contracted, imdiately looking at Cai Jian beside him, yet he dared not voice a hint.
Cai Jian didn’t even notice his uncle’s minor gestures upon hearing Xia Chuchen’s na, lifting his head in disbelief.
"You are looking for Xia Chuchen?"
Idiot!
The local boss’s expression beca extrely unsightly, enduring the wave upon wave of excruciating pain, unable to stop what was unfolding.
"Where is he?"
The rciless gaze landed on Cai Jian’s face.
"He..."
Cai Jian opened his mouth, beginning to realize.
So that’s why they called his na earlier!
These people are after Xia Chuchen?!
How could that be???
He knew Xia Chuchen so well, just a small, poor guy, it’s inconceivable soone would seek him out abroad?
"Are you... the police?"
Cai Jian cautiously asked.
The hopeless, helpless, and powerless local boss’s eyes twitched, inwardly cursing.
Police?
This is Bamo.
What kind of police could be here?!
Could he perhaps believe it was cross-border enforcent?!
Cross-border enforcent, firing at will?!
"Where is the person?"
The barrel aid at Cai Jian’s forehead forced this rooky into an early, profound experience of the world’s coldness.
No one can be blad.
It was all his own choice.
"Don’t..."
The local boss couldn’t remain silent any longer, but after spitting out a word, a foot kicked his shoulder, losing balance, he sorsaulted onto the ground.
"Keep talking."
With the gun barrel pressed against his forehead, Cai Jian dared not move a muscle, his Adam’s apple moved up and down, and he didn’t even have the courage to glance sideways at his uncle’s situation.
"Xia Chuchen is in that warehouse over there..."
He raised his hand.
Seeing this, the local boss lying kicked over on the ground, his eyes drastically changed, his face turned ashen.
He didn’t know why an ordinary young man from Shen Zhou would cause such an impact, but based on years of experience, in this situation, the hostage is the biggest bargaining chip to save a life!
Not handing over the person leaves a sliver of hope, but handing him over completely turns them into fish on a chopping board.
"Lead the way."
The gun barrel moved away from his forehead.
Cai Jian inwardly breathed a sigh of relief, but the pressure in his heart did not lessen, and when he stood up, his legs trembled due to weakness.
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